When friends become lovers…

It’s one of my favorite storylines and it’s the plot of my new book from Ellora’s Cave, More Than Friends, out Friday June 18th. Here’s a blurb to get you excited and a hot and naughty excerpt you won’t find at the EC website.

Hugs, Evangeline Anderson

Zach and Emily have been best friends since high school but Zach wants much more. Emily is the girl of his dreams—and unfortunately taken. Zach knows her jerk of a fiancé isn’t good enough for sweet, perfect Emily, but what can he do? The answer comes in the form of a frantic phone call late one night—Emily is in trouble.

When Emily agreed to go to the Rustler’s Roundup charity auction for her eccentric employer, she never dreamed that she would be the goods auctioned off. Now, standing half naked on stage and being bid on by complete strangers, she’s about to get a lot more charity than she planned on. Luckily for her, Zach rides to the rescue just in time. But in order to free her from the Roundup, he has to do a lot more than bid on her—spanking and sex are on the menu as well.

Will the hot sexual encounter destroy their relationship? Or will they finally become more than friends?

Excerpt—Warning, Explicit. Do NOT read at work unless you want your boss to spank you. ; D 

Zach risked a quick glance at the crowd of black leather-clad men milling around the base of the stage and realized she was right. There were more boos and catcalls now, men yelling for him to get on with it, to punish the girl he’d bid on like he was supposed to. “This place is crazy,” he muttered, glaring at the crowd while still trying to keep an eye on the three ugly bouncers.

“I know,” Emily said in a low voice. “But it looks like we’re not going to get out of here until we do what they say. I think…think we’d better give them what they want, Zach.”

“You can’t be serious.” He looked down at her, completely losing focus on anything or anyone else. She looked so incredibly hot in the tight corset and short black leather mini skirt—it was like something she might have worn in one of his fantasies. But no matter how hot she looked, he wasn’t prepared to act on his urges right here on stage. And he definitely wasn’t going to hurt her in any way.

“I am serious.” Her green-gray eyes pleaded with him. “Look, Zach—all they want is a show. Can’t you just pretend to…to spank me or something?”

“Spank her!” Yelled a voice from the crowd, as though in response to Emily’s tentative question. “Put her over your knee and give her an old fashioned whuppen!”

Zach started to shake his head but then reconsidered. Maybe Emily was right—maybe they could bluff their way out of this. Although how they would fake the second part of the “punishment” was beyond him. Still, first things first—right now he had to do something to keep the crowd and the bouncers from tearing them both apart.

Looking to the side of the table bearing the implements, he saw a single straight backed chair. Taking the words from the unknown audience member as inspiration he clamped a hand on Emily’s upper arm and pulled her toward it.

“Here,” he said, sitting down and pulling her close. “I guess we don’t have a choice.”

“I guess not.” Emily came to him willingly and sat on his lap.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Zach looked her in the eyes. “That’s the last thing I want, Em.”

She shook her head, her cheeks glowing pink. “Do what you have to do. You…you might have to spank me hard to put on a good show. I have a feeling the crowd is going to be twice as pissed off if they figure out you’re holding back.”

“Damn it!” Zach felt himself tighten up inside. “Fine. But I can’t do anything with you like this. Here.” Before Emily could protest he flipped her over his knee so that her ass was in the air and her long golden brown hair was hanging down almost to the floor of the stage. It was a humiliating position but there was nothing else he could do—he only prayed she would forgive him for this when it was all over. In the mean time, he couldn’t help but stare at the mouthwatering sight before him. The tight black mini skirt was riding up, showing the lacy black garters and the tops of Emily’s upper thighs. God, if it went just an inch or two further he’d be able to tell if she had on panties or a thong under there… Zach shifted uncomfortably, aware that he was completely hard inside the black leather pants now. Could Emily feel his cock pressing against her flat stomach? He sure as hell hoped not.

“Very good, I see you’re finally coming to your senses.” The voice of the auctioneer made Zach look up from his contemplation of his best friend’s perfect ass.

“I don’t seem to have any other option,” he growled, giving them man a hard look.

“No, you don’t.” The auctioneer smiled genially. Now that Zach was prepared to follow his orders, he seemed a whole lot happier. Smug bastard. “So which paddle would you like? Or do you want one of the riding crops?” the auctioneer continued.

Zach looked with dismay at the array of implements on the table beside him. There was no way he was hitting the woman he loved with any of that. The whips and paddles would leave marks on her pale skin, even through the leather skirt, he was sure. Even the hairbrushes looked hard and cruel under the merciless glare of the stage lights. “I’m not using any of that,” he said, shaking his head. “My hand is good enough.” He gave Emily a swat on the behind to prove his point and she let out a muffled little gasp.

The auctioneer frowned. “I’m afraid that won’t do at all—unless you’re going to spank her bare, of course.”

“I don’t—” Zach began.

“Do it!” Emily interrupted him. She looked up from her prone position, trying to brush her long hair out of her eyes. “Just…do it and get it over with, Zach.”

“You heard the little lady.” The auctioneer nodded at Emily’s round behind, still encased in the ridiculously short mini skirt. “Why do you think there’s a zipper up the back? It’s not a fashion statement, my friend.”

“I’m not your friend,” Zach growled but he was already reaching for the silver tab at the bottom hem of her skirt. “Are you sure about this, Em?” he asked, just loud enough for her to hear.

“Yes.” She looked up again. Her eyes were bright—with shame or unshed tears, he couldn’t tell. “Just…just do it, Zach. We can talk about it later. Right now we have to get out of here.”

“All right.” There really was nothing else he could do. Grasping the silver tab he pulled firmly, unzipping the skirt and revealing the rounded globes of her ass encased in wispy black panties.

“Take those off,” the auctioneer directed and this time Zach didn’t protest. He just looked down at Emily who nodded.

“Do it.” Her cheeks were a fiery red and he didn’t think it was from all the blood rushing to her head. This was a humiliating experience for her—the best thing he could do was get it over and done with quickly so they could put it behind them.

Grabbing the top of the silky black panties, Zach pulled. To his horror, instead of coming down Emily’s thighs, the thin strings that crossed her hips snapped and he was left holding a scrap of black fabric in his hand. He looked at it stupidly for a moment and then hastily shoved it into the side pocket of his tight leather pants. Hiding the evidence, he thought wildly.

“Well, that’s one way to do it.” The auctioneer was smirking. “Guess you’re more eager to get a look at that hot little ass than you let on, buddy.”

“Shut up.” Zach could feel his own cheeks heating now as the crowd in front of the stage shouted and hollered. Apparently they thought they were finally getting the show they’d been demanding.

Zach’s eyes were drawn inevitably to bare mounds of Emily’s pert little bottom. Hardly knowing what he was doing, he cupped her carefully, his large hand spanning her ass easily. God, her skin was so silky and soft. She was naked from the waist down, except for the black garters which framed her perfect flesh and he could see almost everything. In fact, when she spread her legs just a little, he was sure he could see the mound of her pussy between her thighs. To make matter worse she was squirming in his lap, her pelvis and abdomen rubbing mercilessly against the hard ridge of his cock. Zach closed his eyes briefly and fought the urge to slide his hand down between her inner thighs and cup her soft little cunt instead of her ass. Damn it, he was about to explode here!

It was Emily that broke him out of the lustful trance he’d somehow fallen into. “Spank me, Zach,” she begged breathlessly, thrusting her ass up into his hand, as though urging him to action. “Come on—do it!”

Feeling like he was on autopilot, Zach did as he was told. Bringing his hand down, he gave Emily’s ass a sharp slap that made her gasp and wiggle even harder against him.

“That’s right, buddy—give it to her!” someone in the audience yelled. “Spank that ass.”

Hardly knowing what he was doing, Zach did. And again and again. On his lap, Emily moaned and struggled against him. He wasn’t sure if it was an act or not. He was trying not to hurt her but as she’d said, they had to make this look real, so he couldn’t fake it completely. The sound of his palm connecting with her bare, vulnerable ass seemed to ring in his ears. Smack…smack…smack! Zach wanted to stop but the crowd was going wild and he was afraid to think about what they had to do next. What he had to do next.

Hot new M/M book, Til Kingdom Come by Evangeline Anderson, out 6/8/10 from Loose id. Check it out here http://www.loose-id.com/Till-Kingdom-Come.aspx

And here’s a blurb and hot excerpt you won’t see at the Loose id site.

Hugs to all, Evangeline

Blurb

In a time of mystery and magic one man is seeking to find his destiny. Prince Thrain Blackwater is on a deadly mission to capture the one who can help him get his revenge and make him whole. But in order to do so, he must perform an act of brutality that will alienate the man he hopes to claim as his own.

Prince Elias Trueheart is a Null—a noble of the royal Trueheart line who has no magic of his own. Resigned to a life of obscurity, his entire world is turned upside down the night Thrain comes for him. After the Blackwater prince claims him in a way Elias feels he can never forgive, he kidnaps him as well and drags him back to the snake pit he calls home—Castle Black.

Thrain is certain Elias will hate him forever—and he doesn’t blame the other man a bit. Still, he hungers for Elias’s love and will do anything to earn it, even if it means facing down his brutal older brother who wants Elias for himself. But will Elias ever return his feelings or is he incapable of forgiving Thrain’s crime? He will have to make up his mind very soon for beneath the dark and dangerous Castle Black lies a secret that will unlock Elias’s magic and a deadly riddle that will put both his life and Thrain’s in peril.

Excerpt—Warning—EXPLICIT. Don’t read this at work unless you’re the boss and you know you can get away with it. : D

            “What do you want me to do—try and light the candle?” Elias looked across the room at the innocent beeswax pillar, wondering if it would melt into a messy puddle on the floor or if the fire of his magic would incinerate the whole thing completely.

            “Exactly,” Thrain said. “And watch your eyes in the mirror. If the power inside you becomes too much to bear, let me know.”

            “So you can…touch me?” Elias’s throat was so dry he could scarcely get the words out. He wished it was dark in the room, as it had been the night before. Wished he couldn’t look at the mirror and see Thrain’s hawk-like eyes watching him so sharply.

            “Yes. Look, we’ll try it like this to start with if it makes you so uncomfortable.” Thrain reached in front of him and cupped the bulge in Elias’s breeches. Rubbing it gently with the flat of his hand he murmured, “There now. That’s not so bad, is it?”

            “I…I suppose not.” Elias struggled not to press his hips forward and lean into the gentle, intimate touch. Gods, if he was still uncertain about what he should feel, why did Thrain’s hand on Elias’s cock feel so right? He was soothed and aroused at once, an odd combination and a feeling he’d never had before.

            “Good,” Thrain murmured. “I won’t do more unless I must. Now look at the candle, Elias. Concentrate. I want you to light it.”

            Elias took a deep breath and looked at the wick, imagining a candle flame in his mind. Nothing big or frightening, just a tiny, safe little flame. “Burn,” he whispered in the Old Tongue.

            The magic came at once, the power filling him like a cup to overflowing. A flame three feet high shot up from the wick. At the same time his eyes blazed gold, as bright as dragon fire in the mirror.

            “Too much.” Thrain’s voice was low and firm in his ear as he gently massaged Elias’s cock through his breeches. “Back it down. Concentrate, Elias.”

            “I…I can’t.” Elias felt close to panic. He could feel the magic growing in him once more, pushing at the boundaries of his mind. How stupid he’d been to call it to him! It was like letting a huge, rampaging beast into the house and expecting it to lie down quietly and do nothing.

            “All right then.” Thrain’s hands were busy with his breeches. Suddenly they parted and Elias felt cool air on his aching shaft. The draft was shortly replaced by the feel of Thrain’s callused palm gripping him firmly. “Slowly,” he breathed in Elias’s ear as he began to stroke in a gentle rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure down his spine. “Call the magic to you. Feel it. Calm it.”

            As before, the warm pleasure of Thrain’s touch seemed to center him somehow and Elias felt his panic melt away as the other man stroked him. “Less,” he murmured to the dripping candle which was much shorter than it had been before they began. “Much less.”

            To his surprise and delight, the candle flame flickered and began to shrink. Soon it was barely bigger than a normal flame and, except for the runnels of melted wax dripping from the mantelpiece, it looked perfectly all right. More importantly, the magic inside him was no longer pushing to get out and threatening to burst him apart with its demanding power.

            “Good, very good,” Thrain murmured in his ear. “Look at your eyes.”

            Elias looked obediently into the mirror but it wasn’t his own eyes that caught his attention. It was the sight of Thrain sitting behind him, his muscular arms encircling Elias’s waist and one large hand gripping his cock. Elias’s shaft was achingly hard, practically throbbing in Thrain’s hand and he saw with a surge of shame that the plum-shaped head was shiny with precum. The sight was at once incredibly erotic and terribly embarrassing. “Gods,” he whispered, feeling the hot blood rush to his cheeks. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

            “Why? It helps, does it not?” Thrain went on stroking as though it was no big deal to work Elias so with his hand. “Does the pleasure not help you bring your magic under control?”

            “It does,” Elias admitted shakily. “It’s just…I never thought to have to watch myself being so handled. Especially not by another man.”

            “So we’re back to that, are we? Your uncertainty about feeling attraction for your own sex?” Thrain sounded amused. “Let me assure you, Elias, did you not have at least some feelings for other men, the touch of my hand would cause you to wilt, not harden.”

            “I suppose,” Elias said reluctantly. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes from the sight of Thrain stroking him in the mirror. Was he actually working his hips in time to the rhythm the other man had established? Actually thrusting up into Thrain’s hand? He made himself stop at once.

            Thrain chuckled in his ear. “It’s all right to enjoy yourself a little. You can move, I don’t mind.”

            “I do. I don’t want to move. If I do I might…” Elias trailed off, embarrassed.

            “Don’t worry that you might come.” Thrain pressed his lips to the side of Elias’s neck, a hot, possessive kiss that made him feel weak. “I won’t let you do that until we’re done.”

Hi guys, just wanted to announce that my new paranormal erotica book, Deal with the Devil, is out from Ellora’s Cave this Wed April 7^th.  Here’s a blurb to get you excited plus a hot explicit excerpt you won’t find at the EC home site.

Check out Deal with the Devil on the link below and happy reading!

Evangeline Anderson

http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8286-50-deal-with-the-devil.aspx

Deal with the Devil

A paranormal erotic romance by Evangeline Anderson

Luz Velez is a shapeshifter who can’t shift. Every time she tries to summon her inner wolf, she has a massive panic attack. Worse, her anxiety extends to the rest of her life. At twenty-seven she’s still a virgin because attempting to have sex sends her into lockdown mode. She’s miserable and stuck—until Jude Jacobson walks into her life.

Tall, blond, and dangerous, Jude is the most feared vampire in town and the minute he sees her, he wants Luz. Vampires and shapeshifters don’t date but he makes her an offer she can’t refuse—a blood exchange which will help her control her panic attacks and give her the life she’s always wanted.

I looked down at my hands. “We shouldn’t be talking about this.” But somehow I didn’t want to stop. “I…I’ve never had a guy…do that to me,” I admitted.

“That is a great pity. It can be very pleasurable for both parties if the chemistry is right.”

“And do…do you think the chemistry is right between us?” I couldn’t believe I was asking him this but the words seemed to come out on their own and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

Jude stroked a strand of hair away from the side of my face, his fingertips brushing my skin. “Can you deny it?”

“I…” I looked down at my hands which were clasped in my lap again. “I don’t know. You’re a vamp and I’m—”

“A beautiful woman whose needs have gone unsatisfied for far too long,” Jude finished for me. “I’ll tell you what, Luz—let me drink from you, as was our original agreement. Then, if you’ll allow me, I would love to taste you in another way.”

“You really want to—”

“Go down on you?” Jude’s eyes were luminous in the firelight and his hair shone like dark gold. “Spread open your sweet, wet pussy and kiss and lick and taste until you come for me?” He gave me a slow, hot smile that seemed to melt things inside me. “Yes, Luz, I would like that very much.”

I shivered, feeling hot and cold at the same time. “I…maybe we should just stick to the plan.”

“Very well.” He nodded. “But if you change your mind please let me know.”

“All right,” I managed to say. And then he was on his knees in front of me again, pushing up my skirt slowly to reveal my thighs.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured, pulling me closer to the edge of the couch. “Will you open yourself for me, Luz?”

I found myself doing as he asked with no resistance. This time as my thighs parted I didn’t clench my hands into fists or squeeze my eyes shut. I was still a little embarrassed at the idea of him seeing my naked pussy but it was a tingling, almost enjoyable feeling—I didn’t feel panicky in the least.

I could feel the lips of my sex spreading as he opened my legs but I didn’t hyperventilate or have a panic attack. Instead I watched, wondering what Jude would think of how aroused he’d made me. I was glad I’d just had a Brazilian wax a few days before. I like to keep things neat down there, even if the area never sees any action.

He took a moment to admire me in the firelight, his large hands warm on the insides of my thighs, his eyes drinking me in greedily. “So wet,” he murmured at last. “So beautiful and open.”

“I can’t help it,” I said. “You…when you talk to me that way I get…” I trailed off, embarrassed. But Jude finished for me.

“Aroused.”

“Yes,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat with a blush. “I know I shouldn’t but—”

“Why shouldn’t you?” He smiled at me, that lazy smile that made me feel like a thousand butterflies were taking flight in my stomach. “From the moment I saw you I wanted you, Luz, and I don’t mean only your blood. I’m glad my emotions are not entirely one sided.”

“You said it was only a business deal,” I accused breathlessly.

His eyes flashed. “I lied.”

Then he bent his head and nuzzled his face against my inner thigh. This time when I felt his hot breath on me, I spread my legs wider, opening myself for him completely. Offering myself in a way I never had to any other man.

I don’t know what I expected but his bite wasn’t painful at all. There were two sharp, tiny pricks right where my thigh met my torso and then my body was flooded with pleasure as he sucked.

I gasped at the sudden sensation. My nipples were tight and hard as bullets and my pussy suddenly went from damp to drenched. I could feel my juices sliding down my inner thighs and my clit throbbed like a second heartbeat. I can’t explain it very well but it felt like Jude was stroking me from inside, like he’s somehow gotten one of his big, warm hands under my skin and was giving me pleasure in the most direct way.

But though I writhed under him and bit my lips to keep from moaning as the pleasure built and built, I never came. After awhile it seemed impossible that I shouldn’t. The sensations I experienced as he drank from me were so strong I felt like I was going to explode and yet the explosion never came. Soon the need to come became an almost physical pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing but lie there beneath his mouth with his broad shoulders spreading my legs and try to endure it.

At last Jude lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes were as red as the burning coals of the fire. I felt like I could fall into those eyes and lose myself completely—it was a scary thought but a compelling one too.

“Please…” I whispered, looking at him.

“Tell me what you need.” He wasn’t asking, he was ordering. And yet I couldn’t help obeying.

“I need…” I couldn’t believe I was saying this. “I…I need to come,” I admitted at last. “But I still don’t know about letting you…”

“About letting me taste you.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to the mound of my pussy, his eyes never leaving mine. “Perhaps you would allow me the trial of a single kiss. If you don’t like it, we can stop.”

I felt my breath catch in my throat. “Just…just one kiss?”

“Just the one,” he assured me, stroking my bare thighs as he spoke. His hands felt warm and soothing.

“And if I don’t like it you’ll stop?”

He laid a hand over his heart. “You have my word as a gentleman.”

I felt lost. “All right,” I whispered.

Hi Guys,

  I’m happy to announce that Detectives O’Brian and Valenti are back in my new sequel to The Assignment, Heart and Soul. Check it out from Loose id here

http://www.loose-id.com/Heart-and-Soul.aspx

And in the meantime, here’s a blurb to get you hungry for more. Evangeline Anderson.

The Boys are Back…

It’s been two years since tall, dark, and stoic Detective Valenti, and his partner, blond, intense O’Brian came to terms with their true feelings for each other.  Going undercover at the RamJack, the most notorious gay resort in the country, tested their friendship to the limit and forged a new love between them that has grown immeasurably since. The partners always have each other’s backs and never let each other down.

But now O’Brian has accepted a new, dangerous undercover assignment where Valenti cannot follow. Working for James Talbert, the man who is single-handedly responsible for more illegal pornography than anyone else in the country, is bad enough. But the porn kingpin is also suspected of making gay snuff films—and his last five stars have ended up six feet under.

Valenti begs his partner not to go, but O’Brian is determined to take the assignment—and then fails to check in at the appointed time. Fearing the worst, Valenti goes undercover to rescue his partner, only to find himself caught in Talbert’s sadistic web. Now he and O’Brian will be forced to act out a madman’s darkest desires on film and hope they both survive. The ordeal will test and twist their love for each other, but will it draw them closer together or drive them apart? Whatever happens, it will force them to bare themselves to each other in a way they never have before, both Heart and Soul.

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And what are the critics saying?

Wave of Reviews by jessewave says: “If you’re a fan of either the author or The Assignment and like GFY romances you won’t want to miss Heart and Soul, another dangerous but enjoyable episode with O’Brian and Valenti who just can’t seem to stay away from trouble and each other.”

Hi all,

       I’m pleased to announce that Madeline’s Mates, my new ménage a trois novel from Ellora’s Cave is coming out Friday, Dec 4^th. Here’s a link so you can check it out and a blurb and a red-hot excerpt you won’t find on the EC site to give you an idea of what it’s about. (Hint—it is NOT set in Australia as my DH thought when he read the title. It’s a shapeshifter novel about a girl who winds up with two luscious guys for the price of one. Yummy.  : )  

   http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-7817-50-madelines-mates.aspx

Blurb:

Madeline Grant leads a lonely existence. Growing up an orphan, she’s never felt she belonged anywhere or to anyone. But all that is about to change.

One snowy night, a huge man with piercing blue eyes comes into the ER where Maddy works. He takes one look at her and tells her she’s about to go into heat. Maddy thinks he’s crazy—until his strange predictions begin to come true. But inviting the man, Jake, into her life, throws her world into a whirlwind of confusion. As if the news that she’s a shapeshifter isn’t enough, she also has to breed with her own kind—which means that no matter how much she desires Jake, he’s forbidden to have her.

Enter Jake’s best friend, Will—a shifter of the same breed as Maddy. He wants her at once but her heart is already taken. Thrown into the dark and dangerous world of shifter taboos, Maddy must decide whether to follow her head or her heart as she tries to survive her Christmas heat.

Excerpt—Warning—Do NOT read at work.

“Mmm, you awake, darlin?” A deep voice, rough with sleep, surprised her.

Maddy turned to her right and saw Jake looking at her through half lidded eyes. Suddenly everything came back. Her heat, the pain, and the wonderful relief when he had finally bred her. Then Will’s arrival and the awful confusion and fear when she’d learned Jake would be taken from her.

“Jake,” she whispered, cuddling into his arms. “I’m so…I’m naked,” she realized out loud, lifting the dark blue bedspread, with it’s slightly shredded patches from her near change the night before, to look down at herself.

Jake frowned and looked down as well. “Don’t look at me, darlin. Will and I didn’t touch you.”

“I know you didn’t. I…I think I remember taking off my jeans and sweater myself because I felt too hot.” Feeling suddenly shy, Maddy put an arm over her full, naked breasts. At least I still have my panties on, she thought with some relief.

“Hey, don’t cover yourself. You’re beautiful.” Jake put an arm around her, pulling her close so that her back was to his front. “Gorgeous,” he murmured, palming her naked breasts in his big hands.

“Thanks,” Maddy murmured nervously. “I don’t mind you seeing me. But Will—”

“Is still asleep. And you need to be bred. I can smell it on you.” Jake’s nose twitched and he buried his face in her neck, kissing and licking until Maddy moaned and arched her back despite herself.

“We shouldn’t.” But the ache between her thighs was growing. It wasn’t the sharp pain and cramping she’d experienced the day before, more like a deep desire that was rapidly becoming impossible to ignore. It was as if she hadn’t eaten in days and her body was telling her she was desperately hungry and needed to get some nourishment immediately. Was this what Jake had meant by a relapse? Or was she simply being turned on by his scent, his nearness and the way he touched her?

“Why not?” Jake kissed her some more, concentrating on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder while his long fingers twisted her nipples. “You need it—your body is hungry for it.”

“Mmm…How do you know? Can you really tell so much from my scent?” she asked curiously.

“Oh yeah. Want me to prove it to you?”

“Prove you’re right? Or prove I need…need to be bred?” she asked softly, her voice slightly breathless. God, he knew exactly how to touch her!

“Both.” One large hand left her breasts and slid down her belly. Maddy moaned softly as his fingers slid under the lacy pink material of her panties and cupped her mound.

“Spread your legs for me, darlin. Just like last night,” he growled softly in her ear.

“God, Jake,” she whispered but did as he said, opening her thighs so that he could slip two long fingers deep in her throbbing cunt.

“See how wet you are darlin? How hot and slippery your sweet little pussy is for me?” he murmured, pumping his fingers deep inside her. “That’s how I can tell I’m right. You need my cock and my cum inside you now. If you put it off you’ll only get hungrier and hungrier until the pain comes back.”

“I don’t…don’t want the pain to come back,” Maddy admitted, gasping with pleasure as he fingerfucked her.

“Then let me breed you.” Jake bit the side of her neck gently but possessively, as though wanting to mark her for his own. “Let me slide my cock deep in your pussy and fill you up with my cum, darlin. We can be as quiet as you want.”

Maddy felt herself melting. She knew that even forty-eight hours before the idea of making love to one man while another she barely knew was sleeping only inches away would have made her intensely uncomfortable. But somehow now, with Jake kissing her neck and stroking her throbbing clit, it didn’t seem so bad.

“Yes, okay, as long as we’re quiet,” she murmured, casting an apprehensive glance at Will’s sleeping form. But the Lynx shifter was turned away from them, his broad back rising and falling steadily in the rhythm of sleep. So when Jake pulled her panties off and spread her legs even wider to accommodate his cock, she didn’t protest even though she was still lying on her side, facing Will’s direction.

“Good girl,” Jake growled softly in her ear as he held her legs open and found the entrance of her pussy with the broad head of his cock. “That’s a good girl, Maddy. Just open up and let me fuck you.”

Moaning softly, she did.

Jake slid smoothly into her with one long powerful thrust, filling her to the hilt with his shaft. Maddy had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out as he pumped inside her, stretching her to the limit with his thickness. She closed her eyes tightly and spread her legs even wider, trying to be open enough for him as he moved within her. It felt so good, so right to open to him. Already she could feel the pleasure building toward a peak and she knew that soon she would be coming hard, all around his cock, as he filled her with spurt after spurt of his cum. And all the time Jake kept talking to her, telling her how beautiful she was, how he loved to fuck her, to breed her. How he couldn’t wait to come inside her…

And then she opened her eyes and saw Will looking at her, his own eyes a pale cat-green with desire.

Maddy, who had been arching her back and angling her pelvis back to get as much of Jake’s cock inside her as possible, froze. She was rigid—nailed to the spot by Will’s gaze and the look of open lust in his eyes. At least we’re covered from the waist down, she thought, grateful for the dark blue bedspread. But despite that, she knew it was obvious what they were doing. The way Jake was cupping her body with his own and their rhythmic motions while he stroked her breasts and pinched her nipples made it clear that his cock was buried to the hilt in her eager pussy and that she was loving every minute of it.

Jake must have felt her sudden lack of movement because he thrust deeply into her and held still, keeping them joined without moving. “Maddy?” he asked softly in her ear.

“Um…sorry we woke you up.” She spoke to Will, not Jake, still feeling horribly embarrassed. “I, uh, I think I had sort of a relapse…my heat came back, I mean. And so I needed…Jake said…”

Will raised an eyebrow and smiled at her. “You don’t have to explain to me, sweetheart. You needed to be fucked so Jake is taking care of you. That’s okay.”

“Well…I just…” Maddy felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. It was exactly how she’d felt the night before when Will walked in on them just before she came. Only now the situation was much more intimate since they were all in bed together.

“Turn over, Will,” Jake growled, glaring at the other man. “You know how Maddy feels about being watched.”

“Sorry.” Will started to comply but Maddy said,

“No, wait.”

“What is it, darlin?” Jake asked in her ear. “You want me to send him out of the room?”

“No, it’s just that…” Maddy took a deep breath. “It’s really…really the shifter way to…to watch?” She couldn’t believe she was asking this but it had suddenly occurred to her that since she might have to go up to the Adirondacks and stay with the people who were supposed to be her kin, she ought to start getting used to their customs.

Jake rumbled assent and Will nodded. “It’s considered rude not to.”

“Well then…” Maddy nodded at the Lynx shifter, trying to control her urge to blush and run away. “You…I guess you can watch. We were almost…almost finished anyway.”

“Good girl, Maddy,” Jake murmured in her ear. “You’ll get the hang of being a shifter yet.”

“I think you will, too.” Will smiled, obviously having heard his friend’s remark. Then, without warning, he pulled the covers off the three of them, revealing everything from the waist down.

“Oh!” Maddy had been pressing back against Jake but now she froze again. “What…?”

“When you invite another shifter to watch you breed, you don’t limit his view,” Jake told her softly. “Close your eyes if you need to, Maddy. Will won’t touch you—he’s just going to watch. This time.”

Who hasn’t dreamed of a little rough love? If you like the idea then my new book, The Man in the Black Leather Mask, now out from Ellora’s Cave, is for you. Check it out here and read on for a blurb and a red-hot excerpt. Evangeline Anderson

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-7529-the-man-in-the-black-leather-mask.aspx

Blurb:

Jacqueline Emerson dreams of a love that is neither gentle nor soft. A high-powered attorney during the day, she fantasizes of nights filled with passionate surrender to a deliciously cruel Master who demands her total submission. Fearing her dark fantasy is sick and twisted, Jacqueline resigns herself to a life of more conventional, vanilla sex.

Until she’s tasked with mentoring a new attorney at her firm, Ryan Cutler.

Ryan is tall, muscular and undeniably desirable. He’s also ten years younger than Jacqueline. But spending Halloween night at the mysterious Club S together leads her to reveal more than she should and soon her forbidden fantasy of rough love sets them both on fire.

Jacqueline is sure once their lust is quenched, she and Ryan can go their separate ways. There are far too many differences between them for a long-term relationship to grow. But she doesn’t count on Ryan falling for her—or on losing her heart to the man in the black leather mask.

Excerpt: Warning—Explicit—Do NOT read at work. (Or if you do, don’t blame me if your boss calls you in his office for a spanking.) ; )

The feel of him behind me like that, dominant, his big muscular body surrounding mine was making my heart beat double time but I tried to keep my breathing light and even. Surely there had been a mistake—he must have missed my signal that I didn’t want to act out the fantasy after all. He must not have looked at the blinds which were definitely and firmly closed.

“The…the blinds are closed,” I whispered, wishing he would remove his hand so I could see him.

“I know that.” His deep voice was amused. “I’ve been watching you for the past forty-five minutes, Jacqueline. Opening and closing your blinds and parading around in this soft little robe and panties. It made me hotter than hell.” He pressed himself against me as though to emphasize his point and I cried out softly when I felt the hard lump of his cock against my ass.

His words also made me aware that the robe was hanging open and my breasts were on full display. Suddenly I was terribly self conscious. I wanted to grab the edges of the robe and pull it tight around me but he had both of my arms trapped at my sides.

“You’re even hotter than I imagined. And believe me, Jacqueline, I’ve spent a fair amount of time in the last few months imagining you naked,” he murmured into my ear. “I can’t wait to explore you. I want to touch and taste every inch of your beautiful body.”

“But…the blinds…” I could hear the weakness in my voice but I seemed helpless to stop it. Anymore than I could stop my nipples from hardening and my pussy from getting wet as I stood helpless in his grasp.

“Let’s forget about the blinds for a minute,” he suggested. “I’m going to release your arms and uncover your eyes now but you’re not going anywhere. Are you?”

“I…I…don’t know,” I confessed. I couldn’t help feeling frightened and confused. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. I’d made the decision not to go ahead with the fantasy. So what was Ryan doing here and how could I make him stop? More importantly, did I want him to stop?

“I know, though,” he murmured. “You’re not going anywhere, Jacqueline. Not until I’m done with you.” His last words were spoken in a soft rush of warm breath against the side of my neck and then I felt his hot, wet mouth on me there. When he uncovered my eyes I could see us in the mirror and what I saw nearly took my breath away.

I saw a woman with an hourglass figure and light mocha skin, her cheeks flushed, her warm honey eyes dilated with desire and need. Her full breasts and hardened nipples were on display and the mound of her sex was barely hidden behind a pair of small crimson lace panties. Standing behind her, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist, his mouth pressed to the side of her throat, was a large muscular man with warm tan skin a few shades lighter than hers. Dark chocolate eyes were framed by a black leather mask and he had black leather gloves on his large hands as well. As I watched, he looked up and met my eyes in the mirror. Then slowly, deliberately, those black gloved hands slid up my body and cupped the heavy curves of my breasts.

I half gasped/half moaned as I watched him touch me. His hands were everywhere, exploring the under curves of my breasts, tracing my dark brown areolas, rolling my aching nipples between his fingers and thumbs until I cried out at the shocks of pain and pleasure he was sending through my entire body.

“Do you like that, Jacqueline?” he murmured when I reacted to his touch. “Do you like the feel of my hands on you?”

Without waiting for an answer he slid one black gloved hand down the curve of my belly and cupped the mound of my pussy, his fingers covering the small crimson panties I was wearing.

“Look at that,” he whispered in my ear as we both watched his actions in the mirror. “It looks hot, doesn’t it? The black gloves and the red panties. But what about this?” Slowly he lifted his hand and then slid his fingers inside the waistband of my panties. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out when I felt the cool leather caressing my hot mound.

“God, you’re hot. I can feel it even through the gloves,” he murmured. His middle finger was placed against the slit of my pussy but so far he was just cupping me, not actually exploring or dipping deeper into my folds. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or not but I couldn’t deny that my nipples were harder and my pussy wetter than they had ever been before in my life.

“Please,” I whispered, feeling helpless. I was caught with his arm encircling me in the front and his hard body behind me. There was nowhere I could go, nothing I could do but stand there and let him touch me.

“I’m going to move my arm for a moment now, Jacqueline,” he said, ignoring my half formed plea. “And you’re going to slip off your panties so we can both watch me finger you.”

“Please,” I moaned softly as I felt his middle finger invade me and begin to stroke deeper into my swollen slit. “Please, no.”

“Take off your panties, Jacqueline,” he murmured, moving his arm to give me room to obey him. “I’m going to give you everything you need tonight. Maybe not what you think you want but what you need. But in order to do that I have to have your help. Now take off your panties.”

   Piracy is a growing concern for authors everywhere. Five years ago when I started writing, no one even thought of it and now it’s costing an unbelievable number of sales. I really don’t understand the reason behind it. I can understand sending a book you liked to a friend, saying, “Hey, check out this author, I think you’d like her.) That, to me, is good word of mouth. But to set up a site where you give away someone else’s hard for work for free to a complete stranger is incomprehensible to me. Would you go to the grocery store, steal a pack of Oreos, and stand on the street corner handing them out to people you don’t know? I can’t think of anyone who would do that but pirates think nothing of handing out copies of books they don’t own the rights to, to total strangers.

     I know one author who says, “If you download a pirated copy of my book, you’ve taken a carton of milk out of my fridge.” I will go one better than that. If you steal a copy of one of my books, you’ve stolen a shirt off my son’s back and the food out of his mouth. I have a little boy who is almost two and after he was born, I started making my living almost exclusively through my writing. I wanted to be able to spend time with him and watch him grow up and because I write very quickly, I believed this would be possible. Unfortunately, babies are expensive to raise and pirates are taking a huge chunk out of my sales. I don’t believe most of the people who do this are evil—they’re just not thinking. But whatever the cause, it amounts to the same thing—money out of my pocket that I could be spending to buy my son food and clothes. In the past several months alone there were 1700 illegal downloads of my books. Do you have any idea how many diapers you can by with that amount of money? A LOT. And I can’t afford to lose it.

Because of this problem, I have hired someone to go to all the pirating sites and get my books taken down. This is an arduous process and he has to keep checking each site over and over as my books keep popping up. However, he is GOOD so here is my notice to the pirates—my books are going down as soon as you put them up. I am not going to allow you to steal my livelihood and my ability to care for my family just because you’re too lazy or dishonest to buy my books for yourself. And for my honest readers who buy the books and don’t post them illegally, thank you so much. Please stick with me. I have a handle on this situation now so hopefully I won’t have to stop writing and go back to work full time in order to make ends meet.

Evangeline

PS–if anyone wants to weigh in on this issue, feel free to e-mail me or post to the Yahoo groups where I will be posting this same message. Thanks!

Just wanted to let everyone know that my new book from EC, Defiled, is now out. Defiled asks the question, can a creature of Light love a creature of Darkness? And how hot is sex with a demon, anyway? One innocent angel is about to find out…

Check it out here

 http://www.ellorascave.com/m-10-evangeline-anderson.aspx

And read on for a blurb and a demonically hot excerpt you won’t find at the EC website.

Evangeline Anderson

            Defiled…

Every millennium the most innocent angel in all of Heaven is given to the most evil demon in Hell.

Elandra is an angel and it is her fate to be the millennial sacrifice. But though she fears for her life and her virtue, she never dreams that she will find true love in Hell.

Raziel is half demon, being raised by his powerful father to take control of the underworld. But when Elandra is presented to him as a sacrifice, he can’t bring himself to hurt her. Instead he lets her go.

Back in Heaven, Elandra can’t forget the beautiful demon with the blazing eyes. Raziel’s touch has started a fire in her soul and though she knows it is forbidden, she can’t help wishing to see him again.

Their love must be a secret but Elandra’s pure beauty incites the demonic half of Raziel’s nature. Can a demon love an angel without hurting her? For if Raziel is unable to keep his lust in check, Elandra will be cast out of Heaven for being Defiled.

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             Defiled Excerpt—Warning, explicit. Do NOT read at work.

She was the most beautiful creature that Raziel had ever seen. Her presence seemed to light his dim study, its walls line with books filled with infernal knowledge, charms and incantations which Raziel had read without pleasure. The imps laid her before him, on a couch covered in the tanned skin of the damned, and backed away slowly to stand by the door.

The angel lay there, trembling, her eyes blindfolded, her bound wings furled shut and tucked close to her slender body—so close they almost seemed to disappear. Her long golden hair was flung like a shawl over her shoulders and the light, gauzy robes she wore were so translucent that he could plainly see her full, thrusting breasts capped with ripe pink nipples and the slit of her sex, soon to be filled with his seed.

Beyond beautiful. Just as father said she would be, Raziel thought, studying the perfect celestial form laid upon the couch before him. There was not one imperfection, not a single flaw to mar her beauty. And in his father’s absence, he was the one commanded to see to the defilement of this innocent creature.

“Leave no part of her untouched,” Osgiloth had commanded before he departed Hell, leaving his only son in charge. “She is to be ruined as you take both pain and pleasure from her—that is the law of the sacrifice. Do what you like with her for as long as you like and then give her to the imps to finish off. That’s what I always do.”

“Yes, Father. That’s what you always do,” murmured Raziel, unaware that he was speaking aloud. “Always except once. And I am the proof of that single exception.”

Looking at her beautiful and nearly naked body, he ached to fulfill his father’s orders. Longed to rip away the gauzy robe of pure white and bare her pale, perfect flesh to his eager hands. He wanted to suck those ripe nipples, to twist them cruelly until she moaned and writhed under him. Wanted to violate her tight, virgin ass with his forked, demon’s cock. But most of all his demonic nature hungered for her cunt. He wanted to split her legs and plunge inside her, to fill her with his shaft and pump her full of spurt after spurt of his burning black cum until she moaned and quivered in pleasure and agony. Until she surrendered to his defilement of her lovely form completely.

But there was another side of Raziel’s nature—a side no other demon in Hell possessed. And that side pitied the shivering creature lying on the couch in his study. She looked miserably frightened and he longed to comfort her. To take her in his arms and stroke her silky hair, to smooth her ruffled feathers and reassure her. To tell her all would be well.

That would be a lie.

All will not be well. It will never be well for her again. Not if I obey my father’s orders. And obey I must. Raziel hardened his heart against her beauty. He would never rule in Hell as his father was training him to do if he couldn’t manage a simple defilement.

“Open your eyes, angel,” he barked, leaning over her and stripping away the filthy rag she wore as a blindfold.

She bit her lush lower lip and turned her face up toward his. Then, with what seemed to be an effort, her delicate lids fluttered and luminous silver eyes were revealed. Those eyes—angel’s eyes—reminded Raziel of someone he would rather not remember. Someone he had thought long forgotten. So instead of staring into them and letting himself be reminded, he turned his attention to the rest of her.

“You came dressed for the occasion, I see,” he sneered. Twisting one hand in the gauzy see-through fabric of her gown he yanked, ripping it open to bare her flesh.

The angel remained obstinately silent, her eyes growing wider and wider as Raziel palmed her full breasts and thumbed the ripe nipples that looked just made to be sucked. Gods, but her body was lush—not at all like the smooth, sexless bodies of the other angels he had seen on the occasions when he ventured beyond Hell’s boarders. If not for her silver eyes and white-feathered wings he might almost have wondered if the denizens of Heaven had sent him a human woman instead of an angel sacrifice.

“Do you feel this—my hands on you? Are you ready to meet your fate?” he taunted, tugging at her nipples until she moaned unwillingly. Encouraged by the soft sound, he let his hands wander further. If only she would fight him his demonic nature would take over, leaving him no choice but to take her. But though she gasped and cried out softly at his rough touch, the beautiful angel didn’t try once to defend herself or deny him what he wanted. In fact, it was only when he began to pry her slender thighs apart, she lost her composure completely.

“Please…” He voice was soft and musical, like harp strings being plucked. “Please don’t…don’t touch me there again,” she begged in a broken, pleading voice though she made no move to stop him.

Raziel froze. “What do you mean ‘again?’” he demanded. “Has someone besides myself touched you?” From the corner of his eye he saw the two imps that had brought her beginning to back away. “You—stay!” he barked at them and they froze on the spot.

The angel’s lower lip quivered but she lifted her chin high. “They…when they carried me one of them touched…touched inside me,” she whispered, her tone broken but defiant. “I begged him not to but he wouldn’t stop until the other made him.”

As quickly as that, everything changed.

Raziel was filled with a sudden protective rage—an emotion he had never felt before. He forgot that he was supposed to give whatever was left of the celestial sacrifice to the lowest demons to finish when he was done with her. All he could see in his mind’s eye was their filthy hands on her pure, unsullied skin. How dare they…how dare they touch what was his and his alone?

“Which one of you?” he turned to the imps who were now cowering in the corner their forked tails curled abjectly around their cloven hooves. “Which one of you dared to lay a hand on my angel?”

Hi All,

  Evangeline Anderson here. I’m excited to announce that my new M/M anthology, The Lost, is now out from Loose id. In this book you’ll find two sweet and hot tales of forbidden M/M love as you enter the world of The Lost, a tribe of vampires sworn not to interfere with humans. However, that isn’t always possible…

Check it out here http://www.loose-id.com/prod-The_Lost_Books_1_2-993.aspx

And here are some blurbs to give you an idea of what the stories are about.

The Lost 1: Broken Vows—

Daniel’s looking for answers about his sexuality. He’s sure just one night with an older, experienced man will finally answer the questions that have been tormenting him for years. But he doesn’t expect the older man to be a gorgeous vampire named Gabrielle. It’s love at first sight for Daniel but Gabrielle has made a vow not to interfere in human affairs.

The Lost 2: Blood Hustler

Sometimes love comes in strange packages…

James is one of The Lost—a tribe of vampires that prey on humans to live. But James has never had to kill for blood, his longtime companion took care of all his needs—well, all but the sexual ones. Now that his companion is dead, James is lonely. But he’s still not ready to start a new relationship yet—or so he thinks.

Tad is a hustler—selling himself on the street is a way of life and when the tall, dark haired man comes out of the theater he looks like the perfect trick. Tad recognizes him for a creature of the night but he’s desperate, cold and hungry. When James won’t buy his body, Tad offers him his blood.

James knows he should pass the little hustler by but Tad is too tempting to resist. When he brings the boy home with him a bond begins to form between them. It seems to be true love but nothing is perfect. Because there is a secret buried in Tad’s troubled past that might rip them apart forever—unless James can save his blood hustler from the dark forces stalking him, both from within and without.

***For my loyal M/M readers who have been with me since The Assignment, you may remember that Broken Vows was first published a few years ago by a different publisher. However Blood Hustler, which is a much longer story, is brand new. For those of you who read Broken Vows, I think you’ll enjoy this new story which gives you a much more in-depth look at the world of The Lost.***

Now here’s an excerpt from Blood Hustler you won’t find on the Loose id website.

WARNING—EXPLICIT. DO NOT READ AT WORK!

“I’m glad to see you too. I missed you.” Tad’s grin fell away and his youthful face grew serious. “I, uh, I gave a lot of thought to what you said. About what you’d want if I came back.”

James felt his breath catch in his throat as need and desire fisted in his chest like a second heart. “I see. And?”

Tad didn’t answer with words. Instead he loosened the collar of his shirt, pulling the fabric away from the smooth column of his neck. Then he stepped up to James and lifted his chin, turning his head to one side. The gesture was as obvious as if he’d spoken aloud: Drink.

“Yes.” James heard the word hiss between his teeth and suddenly The Thirst was a lit blowtorch in his throat. But he needed to hear Tad speak the words, needed to see in his eyes that he wanted this as much as James did. “Come.” He urged the boy toward the bedroom and Tad came with him, seemingly eager for what was in store. In fact, the moment they were inside the bedroom door he already had his shirt off and was reaching for the fastening of his jeans.

“Wait.” James stopped him, putting his hands on Tad’s to stop the boy’s feverish fumbling.

“What?” Tad looked up, disappointment already clouding his eyes. “You didn’t change your mind did you?”

“No, if anything I want you more than ever.” James took a deep breath, trying to control himself. “But I need to hear you say it, Tad. Tell me out loud.”

“Out loud, hmm?” Tad’s sky-blue eyes were suddenly half-lidded with lust. Reaching up, he put his arms around James’ neck and pulled him close. “I want you inside me, James,” he murmured in a low, husky voice. “And not just your cock, either. Your fangs too. Fuck me. Bite me. Love me.”

The soft words enflamed him. He’d never felt The Thirst this urgently. Never had desire fill him like a living fire. His entire body ached with the need to penetrate, from his fangs to his shaft. But he wanted to be gentle with the boy. Cupping Tad’s cheek, he looked deeply into his eyes. “Beautiful,” he murmured.

“I think you’re pretty fucking hot too.” Tad gave him a teasing smile. “So what are we waiting for?” His hands dropped to the fastening of his jeans again and again James stopped him.

“Slowly, Tad. I want to savor this. This first taste of you…the feel of your skin…the flavor of your blood. I want all of it burned into my heart forever.”

Dropping to his knees before the boy, he finished unfastening Tad’s jeans himself and slid them down the slim hips. Tad’s cock was achingly hard which made him glad. In the back of his mind he’d been a little afraid that the little hustler was only here for food and shelter, not because he felt for James what James felt for him. But his fears were laid to rest when he saw the obvious proof that Tad’s desire was real. Leaning forward he lapped carefully at the plum shaped head, capturing a drop of precum on the end of his tongue.

Tad gasped. “Hey, uh, you don’t have to do that,” he protested as James licked him again. “I mean…I’m the one who ought to be sucking you off, not the other way around.”

James looked up. “Does it truly make you uncomfortable for me to suck you? Are you afraid of my fangs?” It was true his fangs were out again but there was no helping that. The lust he felt was nearly overpowering and it was so entwined with The Thirst that the two were impossible to separate at this point.

“No, it’s not that.” Tad shook his head earnestly. “It’s just…I mean, it’s your house and you’re letting me stay, at least for tonight. I should be the one on my knees.”

“Tad, let’s have an understanding between us. I want to make love with you tonight—not just use you. So relax. Let me love you with my mouth as you loved me.” James looked into his sky-blue eyes until the boy nodded.

“All right,” he murmured, putting one hand tentatively to James’ cheek. “It’s not like I don’t like getting blow jobs. I just wasn’t sure how you felt.”

James smiled and turned his head briefly to place a soft kiss in the center of Tad’s palm. “Then let me show you.”

He lapped at Tad’s cock again, sucking the head deep into his mouth, being careful not to nick it with his fangs. It was a delicate operation giving oral pleasure with both of them fully extended but one he enjoyed greatly.

From the soft groan that escaped Tad’s full lips, he was enjoying it as well. “God, James…” he gasped as James sucked him even deeper, rolling his tongue along the pulsing shaft and swallowing the droplets of precum that leaked steadily from the head.

“Feels…so good. So good!”

James didn’t answer in words. Instead he reached below the engorged shaft and cupped Tad’s round, warm balls in one hand. The boy gasped again at his cool touch and then moaned softly as James began to stroke and fondle the tender weights. It had been a long time since he’d done this but he found that the skill wasn’t one you forgot. Tad’s shaft at the back of his throat felt every bit as good and right as his very first lover’s—a stable boy who had introduced James to the love of another male back when he was still human. Thinking of that first love made him even hotter somehow. Maybe because Tad was so young he reminded James of new beginnings, of that first taste of forbidden pleasure all over again.

New from Evangeline Anderson and Ellora’s Cave, Punishing Tabitha is a bookfor those of you who like your love stories that include spanking, punishment, and hot, hot sex. Check it out here:http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419920646

And here’s a blurb and excerpt to get you hot and bothered.

Punishing Tabitha by Evangeline Anderson

Stripped naked and sold to the highest bidder…

Sergeant Tabitha Bryce just wants to make a name for herself. But as the youngest junior officer in her crew, she doesn’t get much of a chance to shine. Taking a gamble, she stages a daring one-woman sting. But her plan backfires and she finds herself being sold as a sex slave. To her mortification, it is her stoic, unobtainable captain who buys her freedom.

Her new master, Captain Keer, has been the commanding officer aboard Pride of Justice for years and has never lost his cool—until a junior officer with dreams of glory is placed aboard his ship. Now he must get Tabitha out of the mess she’s gotten herself into. But he doesn’t count on the bonus that comes with his new “slave”—a thin silvery cord wrapped around Tabitha’s most intimate areas that won’t come off without some special attention from her new master. Now he must try to free her from permanent sexual bondage to the love knots without losing his heart.

EXCERPT–Warning–do NOT read at work

“Next up to the block, this fine piece of female flesh from Old Earth. Look at those tits, gentlemen—firm and plump, those rosy red nipples just ripe for sucking. And the cunt on her—I’ll swear on whatever god you like that I’ve never felt a tighter one in all my years as a slaver. And this sweet little mouth—just perfect for sucking cock…” The slaver had to snatch his hand away quickly before a set of even white teeth snapped off several of his fingers.

Damn, missed! Sergeant Tabitha Bryce glared at her captor as he jerked his chubby digits out of reach. His fingers weren’t the only thing she’d like to bite off, but with her wrists chained to the high stone arch above her, she was limited as to her options. She was kneeling naked on a hard wooden stage and by the stains on the planks beneath her she was guessing that it had seen plenty of blood, sweat and tears, not to mention other body fluids over the years.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, gentlemen, this little Earth female has a lot to offer.” Lightly, the slaver touched her nipples with his long, thin wand and Tabitha felt coolness immediately followed by growing warmth as a pale pink gel was brushed over her captive peaks. Not again! She gritted her teeth, knowing what was to follow.

The Drusinian love knots she wore around her nipples responded to the gel and tightened convulsively, pulling taut the slender silver cord that led down to her spread pussy. Tabitha gasped and bit her lip against the alien sensation as the knot that surrounded her swollen clit tightened as well. She swore aloud as her back arched in involuntary and unwanted pleasure and glared at the slaver, hatred burning hot in her pale blue eyes.

“She’s got a temper!” one of the prospective buyers yelled from the crowd and there were murmurs of agreement from the men around him.

“The more fun to tame her, gentlemen!” the slaver assured them. “After all, who wants a wilting flower when you can have a she devil instead?”

“A wilting flower ain’t likely to bite off yer dick,” shouted another man. His words raised a general shout of laughter in the hot, dry air of the Orthan market place. Tabitha threw back her long mane of silvery blonde hair and bared her teeth. Maybe if she could make herself unattractive enough, V wouldn’t be able to sell her.

Seeing what she was doing, the slaver leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Ruin this sale for me, girl, and I swear I’ll give you for free to the lowest, most disease-ridden brothel on the planet before sundown.”

Tabitha started to bare her teeth again and then thought better of it. V hadn’t gotten the reputation of being the most ruthless slaver in the galaxy by playing nice. If he said he’d give her to the worst place possible, she believed him. But damn it, she didn’t want to get sold or given away at all, especially not to one of the characters standing below the wooden stage and ogling her naked body. Some of them were obviously just casual shoppers, the idle rich of Ortha Six interested in seeing a free show. But some of the men in the crowd had the hard-bitten look of career criminals. If she was bought by one of them, Tabitha was pretty certain she’d have a miserable life until her crew came to find her. If they came to find her, that was. It wasn’t like she’d told anyone where she was going or what her plan was.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! She berated herself for the hundredth time. Stupid to leave her ship and her crew with no knowledge of her whereabouts. Stupid to think she could catch an intergalacticly known slaver like V on her own. And most of all, stupid to let a man like her commanding officer, Captain Keer, goad her into doing so. Not that he’d actually taunted her or ever even remotely suggested she should go off on her own and try something so foolish. No, that had been all Tabitha’s idea. She’d had the crazy notion that she could somehow impress him and win his approval, although why his approval should mean so much to her, she really couldn’t say. After all, Captain Keer was Zentorian, and everyone knew that Zentorians didn’t even have emotions. Or if they did, they certainly didn’t show them.

Why should I care what he thinks? she asked herself. Why should I give a damn? And more importantly, why should I care so much that I go and pull a stupid prank like this and get myself sold at an illegal slave auction?

She had asked herself that question many times but the answer still didn’t come. As the Drusinian love knots tightened around her nipples and clit once more, giving her another surge of unwanted pleasure, she scanned the crowd and thought about how she’d gotten into this mess in the first place.